The Legacy of a Great Encompassing Golden Immortal
The four men's faces were all solemn, their eyes fixed on the illusory figure. None of them dared to blink, for fear that the illusory figure would suddenly attack.
Jiang Wanyue's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and the Jade-White Flying Sword and the Taiyin Cold Qi swirled around her like the wind.
Ji Jinglun gripped the Bone Banner tightly, his knuckles turning blue from the force.
The Corpse Daoist Yin's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and the Ghost-Head Long Saber was held horizontally in front of him.
Song Wen Immortal Essence secretly circulated his immortal energy within his body, his heart filled with apprehension.
He suddenly realized a thorny issue—although he wasn't afraid of the opponent's soul, what if there were hidden formations here?
Just as the four were preparing to receive the middle-aged man's angry attack, the illusory figure spoke again, but the voice was no longer calm as before; instead, it carried a sense of vicissitude and powerlessness.
"I have roamed the Immortal Realm for countless millennia, rarely encountering an adversary. Yet now you have thwarted my grand plan for rebirth. Perhaps it is the will of Heaven, or perhaps even the Heavenly Dao does not wish for my return to the mortal world..."
"Enough, I'm tired! I've seen enough of this vast immortal Immortal Realm! In that case, I should head to the legendary Netherworld, where I might still see some old acquaintances."
"However, the mantle of this emperor must not be broken. Therefore, choose one of you to be my successor."
"However, the law cannot be passed on to six ears! If you wish to inherit my legacy, you must eliminate everyone else present. Only the sole survivor will be qualified to become my successor!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the four people, who had been on high alert, all changed.
Ji Jinglun and the Corpse Daoist Yin's auras surged, and their faces showed barely concealed excitement.
Jiang Wanyue's cheeks also flushed an unnatural red.
But Song Wen found it very strange!
Upon first hearing the middle-aged man refer to himself as "this Emperor," Song Wen almost instinctively thought:
This person possessed the cultivation level of Great Encompassing Golden Immortal during his lifetime—in the Immortal Realm, only those top-tier experts are qualified to call themselves 'Emperor,' the Immortal Emperor.
But would a Grand Great Encompassing Golden Immortal, whose Secret Method of rebirth has been interrupted, really let it go so easily? And would he even be expected to impart all his knowledge to the Grand Luo Golden Immortal?
This is simply against common sense!
At least, Song Wen admitted he couldn't do it.
Once doubts arose, Song Wen quickly discovered other inconsistencies.
First of all, for a Great Encompassing Golden Immortal, this Underground Palace was far too shabby, as even the four of them, Lingxu Dao Immortal, couldn't handle it.
Secondly, this person claims to have roamed the Immortal Realm for billions of years, but such a figure has never appeared in the entire Purple Star Immortal Domain. Furthermore, his method of selecting a successor is to have four people kill each other?
Furthermore, Song Wen still did not discover any spirits present here.
The phantom before me wasn't even a remnant soul; it was more like... an image devoid of consciousness.
Aside from the imposing aura he exuded upon his appearance and the awe-inspiring power in his voice, this person did not actually reveal any supernatural abilities.
"Is my cultivation level too low to discern the true strength of Great Encompassing Golden Immortal? Or is the other party merely bluffing?"
Thinking of this, Song Wen's gaze fell on the Living Infant again.
Since that phantom is suspicious in every way, instead of being led by the nose by it, we should start with this living thing— the Living Infant is the Foundation of the phantom's rebirth and should also be its greatest secret.
"Gu Huang."
Suddenly, Jiang Wanyue's voice transmission rang in Song Wen's mind, interrupting his thoughts.
"I find this person rather strange, and I fear his words may be untrue. I worry that he plans to wait until the four of us are severely injured before seizing the body. Let's not rush into action; let's observe and see what happens."
"Okay," Song Wen replied telepathically.
Meanwhile, Ji Jinglun and the Corpse Daoist Yin were clearly interested in the inheritance mentioned by the middle-aged man, but perhaps fearing that someone else would take advantage of them, they did not act rashly.
Although they couldn't forcibly probe the content of the Divine Sense communication between Song Wen and Jiang Wanyue, they could still sense the fluctuations generated by the communication.
"Madam Jiang, Gu Huang, may I ask what you two are discussing? Why not speak openly and honestly, instead of sneaking around?" Ji Jinglun asked.
"We just find this place strange, and we don't intend to get involved. If Elder Ji and Elder Yinshi insist on this so-called inheritance, we can withdraw on our own and leave this place first," Jiang Wanyue said.
"Do you two really intend to leave? Or do you plan to wait until I and the Yin Corpse are both severely injured, and then reap the benefits?" Ji Jinglun asked coldly again.
"Elder Ji, if you don't trust us, I have nothing to say. But if we want to leave, it seems you can't stop us."
After Jiang Wanyue finished speaking, she ignored Ji Jinglun's reaction, called to Song Wen to "go", and slowly retreated.
Song Wen did not leave, but instead summoned the Soul-Withering Dart, which transformed into a beam of Netherglow and went straight for the Living Infant in the Corpse Coffin.
Neither the Living Infant itself nor the phantom of the middle-aged man reacted to the Soul-Withering Dart.
Instead, it was the Corpse Daoist Yin who struck first.
He swept his Ghost-Head Long Saber horizontally through the air.
A blade of light pierced through the air, striking the Soul-Withering Dart squarely.
The blade's edge vanished.
The Soul-Withering Dart was also deflected, so it could no longer threaten the Living Infant.
"Do it!"
The Corpse Daoist Yin shouted, and with a flick of his wrist, his long sword flew out of his hand, heading straight for Song Wen.
Ji Jinglun also waved the Bone Banner in his hand, and a surging Sha Qi poured out like a black tide, rushing straight towards Song Wen.
Jiang Wanyue, who was retreating, stopped abruptly upon seeing this, activated her Jade-White Flying Sword, and met the Ghost-Head Long Saber- on.
However, Song Wen turned around and left, speeding towards the direction of the Vertical Tunnel he had come from.
"Fellow Daoist Ji, Fellow Daoist Yin Shi, I have no interest in this so-called inheritance; I only want to save my life. If you want to fight over it, then do so; please don't involve me."
"Clang--"
The Ghost-Head Long Saber was deflected by Jiang Wanyue's flying sword.
However, the flying sword had lost all its power and could no longer stop the approaching black tide of Sha Qi.
However, the Sha Qi black tide suddenly turned around and attacked the Corpse Daoist Yin.
The Corpse Daoist Yin's expression changed drastically, and he roared in anger.
"Ji Jinglun, what are you trying to do?"
"Of course, we'll eliminate you first!" Ji Jinglun roared. "Madam Jiang, do you still remember our agreement? Gu Huang, this cannon fodder, is useless now. Get rid of him quickly! After we've killed those two, we'll decide who will inherit the throne."
Before he could finish speaking, the Sha Qi black tide had already closed in on the Corpse Daoist Yin.
The Corpse Daoist Yin's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
Since the three others arrived, Jiang Wanyue had helped 'Gu Huang' several times, and just now Jiang Wanyue and 'Gu Huang' had even secretly communicated. He thought that 'Gu Huang' and Jiang Wanyue had a close relationship, which is why he was thinking of joining forces with Ji Jinglun to deal with Jiang Wanyue and 'Gu Huang'.
But to everyone's surprise, Ji Jinglun and Jiang Wanyue had already reached an agreement, and 'Gu Huang' was just a pawn lured in by the two of them.
"Ji Jinglun, you think you can kill this elder? Wishful thinking!"
As the Corpse Daoist Yin spoke, a Blood-Red Chain emerged from his sleeve, like a serpent emerging from its hole, heading towards the black tide of Sha Qi.